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her
seeing her
is as seeing
the green trees on a far forest
the brightness sparkling
her little eyes
and a smile sweet as honey
the little smile on my face
as she calls me her bad little guy
when i begin to slip dreaming of her
is like my net
are love of dark
mixed with the light we make
when she leaves i can feel a tear
when she is hear
i can't hold back a smile
to feel something that isn't fake
is as flying like a little bird
is as seeing
the green trees on a far forest
the brightness sparkling
her little eyes
and a smile sweet as honey
the little smile on my face
as she calls me her bad little guy
when i begin to slip dreaming of her
is like my net
are love of dark
mixed with the light we make
when she leaves i can feel a tear
when she is hear
i can't hold back a smile
to feel something that isn't fake
is as flying like a little bird
Published 8th Jan 2014
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